Well my wife was getting horny and I wasn't able to move around much because of several broken ribs and a bruised lung. Anyway she told me I was gonna... have to do something because she was needing some dick. She gets pretty cranky if she's not getting fucked very often. I asked her what the hell she wanted me to do, I mean I could hardly move due to being so sore. She said, how about you watch me while I do myself and then I'll suck your cock while you lay back in the recliner. Hell, sounded. There's more." She and Melody walked out and Melody stood behind her mother and then knelt trembling. She moved her hand to her mother's ass and began to push it in. She put her fingers together to make a cone and pushed to and then beyond the knuckles as her mother moaned and groaned at the feeling of being over full. Melody continued to push until her fist was in and her wrist was all in there, too. She used her other hand to frig her mother's cunt and kept adding fingers until she had her. You cannot put her to death, without proof of her guilt. You cannot have proof without her confession. Only pain will make her confess, only pain will make her name the other witches she knows, only pain, pain that goes beyond the limits of what she can bear, can prove her innocence, if innocent she should be. But no one, high or low in the hierarchy of justice, is allowed to harm her, beyond keeping her restrained. The judge will have to find her guilty, the executioner will have to end her. " Yeah, she might," I replied.The rest of the evening was uneventful. We watched the ball drop on TV and shared a kiss. I wanted something else, but we were in public. The crowd thinned out, and about 1:00 am we headed home.Saturday and Sunday we stayed home, sober and ready for a call. We made a few of our own, just to make sure the phones were working, but received nothing. I made hamburgers and cole slaw for supper, and we ate the last of the leftover turkey. We called it a night about ten.